Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 185 Sarah had a Headache again and was Going to Hospital

"Ouch, my head hurts badly..."

"Andrew, my head hurts. Is she going to start again?"

After a few words, Andrew heard Sarah’s shaking voice again.

She frowned because of pain, like a hedgehog that was protecting herself.

After the quarrel, she suddenly held her head and was at a loss.

In a panic, she tugged at Andrew’s clothes, and her head hurt badly.

"Don’t be afraid. I’ll get you some medicine."

Andrew also became nervous. He no longer hesitated, immediately picked her up and turned on the

lamp that wasn’t too dazzling in front of her.

He had seen her helplessness just now. Now, Sarah was getting sick more and more frequently.

It was not a good sign.

"Open your mouth."

When Andrew brought the medicine, Sarah was not so conscious because of the headache. She tried

to open her mouth and said in a very small voice, "Is another Sarah about to appear?"

"No, you’ll be OK."

Andrew slowly fed her the medicine, and after three or four bites, Sarah was numb with pain. She didn’t

have any strength. She just shook her head and refused to take the medicine.

"Honey, only after you take medicine can you be fine. You don’t want to see me bullying another you,

do you? "

There was a threat in his words. Sarah lay in his arms and understood what he was said, but she really

couldn’t bear it!

Her forehead was covered with sweat and she did not have any strength.

"Andrew, I feel my head is about to crack."

"I’ll call the doctor at once."

"I, I’m afraid there will be another me..."

Moonlight shone on the tears, just like ice, making Andrew feel miserable.

Sarah tried her best to struggle, but she finally fainted.

……

After Ernest got here, the psychiatrists soon arrived.

"Who are they?"

Looking at the doctors’ professional certificates, Ernest felt confused.

When Anne saw Ernest, her tears had run out. Her eyes still red, she hugged Ernest tightly.

Anne explained the thing to him, and Ernest also understood what was going on.

"It’s OK. It’s OK."

Ernest gently and patiently appeased Anne.

With deep voice, Ernest comforted Anne, "Schizophrenia can be cured, but it will take a long time.

Don’t be worried, Sarah will be fine."

"But, what did Sarah do wrong? Why does she suffer from this kind of torture?"

Anne pursed her mouth, dissatisfied with the thing that Sarah got injured.

Ernest didn’t speak, and he also felt terrible.

"Stop crying, OK?"

Ernest said in a very gentle voice. Ernest gently kissed her on the lips. Then, Anne became quiet and

hugged him.

In the room, doctors were constantly and hastily moving between medical boxes.

The doctors were dispensing the medicine quickly and efficiently.

A male doctor, holding a stethoscope, moved it back and forth on Sarah’s chest, which displeased

Andrew, "Have you finished?"

The male doctor was frightened. In fact, several times he was about to finish, but Andrew just disturbed

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"OK."

The male doctor quickly retracted the stethoscope and felt very nervous.

"What about her condition?"

Andrew tucked in Sarah who was asleep and stroked her fair face.

His eyes were full of softness.

The doctor said, "Mr. Bask, Miss Cox’s illness is getting worse. Now, I suggest you to send Miss Cox to

the hospital."

In the hospital, doctors could always observe the latest symptoms, which was more conducive to them

to deal with the deterioration of the disease.

Moreover, mental illness must be treated more carefully.

Andrew heard what the doctor said, feeling very sad.

"But sending her to the hospital will make her feel afraid."

"But the hospital has a lot of equipment, and all the doctors are in the hospital. It’s better for Miss Cox

to receive treatment in hospital than to stay at home. After all, hospitals are the paradise for patients."

Andrew took a look at the drugs, frowned tightly, and finally looked at the woman in bed.

Seeing that Andrew was still hesitating, the doctor continued to advise, "Mr. Bask, it’s better to send

Miss Cox to the hospital earlier. If her condition worsens, the consequences will be extremely serious.

This is not an ordinary trauma, but a mental illness. Everything has to be strangled in the cradle."

In fact, Andrew just wanted to create a treatment room for Sarah.

"OK, I will."

Andrew finally agreed, but he still frowned, and he looked at the doctor, "But you can’t tell her. If she

asks, try to say something good."

The doctor immediately understood what he meant.

There were a lot of families like Andrew. They were afraid that patients would not accept the fact that

they were ill.

After all, mental illness was still discriminated in this society.

Sometimes, white lie, of course, was OK.

The doctor nodded. "OK, Mr. Bask, we get it. I’ll tell the other doctors."

The team of doctors prepared several medicines. They also spent two hours studying Sarah’s

treatment.

Andrew sent the doctor away, and the house gradually quieted down.

Ernest and Anne came in.

"Sarah will be OK," Ernest said.

Andrew was standing by the bed with his hands down, which was a feeble gesture.

Ernest added, "I have a few friends who are the authority figures of psychotherapy abroad. I’ll ask them

to help."

"Thank you."

Andrew said that and bent over again. The light fell on Sarah's fair face. Her face had a thin layer of

fluff, very white. He pinched her face gently and chuckled.

The laughter was inexplicable.

He was taunting himself.

"Sarah will be OK. I believe in her."

Anne also comforted Andrew. Maybe it was because she thought Andrew was doing well these days,

which was totally different from the past. So, now, she felt guilty about him.

For example, she was sorry that she slapped him.

Three people’s eyes were focused on the face of the sleeping woman who had light eyebrows and

delicate facial features.

There was no doubt that Sarah was beautiful.

It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful person had mental illness. Oh, no, she just had a mental

problem.